Lewd King's Bucket List

Holding the jester aloft in his arms, he looked at the colorful posh silk outfit she was made to wear which looked about to burst due to the size of her breasts.

"My jester! Did you really have ruin my chambers!"

The jester looked into the king's eyes then began to cry.

"Ixion, Ixion! I told you, it was the shadow girl!"

Ixion sighed as the jester wrapped her legs around his waist.

"You two really did a number on this place…"

Multiple a hundred year old paintings were destroyed. Not that Ixion particularly cared for any sort of vanity. But those paintings were the type of vanity with at least a little meaning.

They were all that was left of the kings and queens of old.

Most everything else they previous monarchs owned had been melted and repurposed for the war effort.

The jester began to sway in Ixion's arms, causing the bells on her hat to chime incessantly.

"A-are you… going to whip me?!"

"Why are you so obsessed with wanting to be whipped?!"

"Wanting to be whipped?!" The jester threw her head back and covered her lascivious filled eyes. "Why oh why would anyone ever want to be whipped?!"

The jester split her fingers apart, not so sneakily peering at Ixion through the crack.

All Ixion did was shake his head.

'This woman…'

The jester slid her hand off her face and brought it around Ixion's neck, settling on his nape.

"Ixion, Ixion! I'm waiting! You promised!"

"I didn't promise anything."

"Hmph! Yes you did!"

After a quiet chuckle, Ixion plucked off the jester attached to him and set her down. As he did so, he felt a sudden light breeze touch his chest.

"Hey! You took my robe!"

"Did I?" The jester mimed confusion until she looked at her hand; her hand, which held Ixion's elegant blue nightgown. "Oh, I did!"

After shaking his head, Ixion put a hand on the jester's shoulder.

Then, he gripped and, using a touch of strength, shredded the jester's outfit right from her body. Leaving her bare with only her shoes — her hat having fallen off from the minor shockwave.

"Ixion, you took my outfit!"

"Did I?" Ixion looked at the tattered silk strands in his hand. "Oh, I did!"

Upon dropping the ruined clothes to the floor, the jester dropped his clothes as well.

Then she took a step toward him, showing off her ample breast and the hard pink nipples sitting at their pale peaks.

With a dubious smile on his face, Ixion asked:

"Can you take full power?"

To which the jester laughed.

"Oh, why, oh my… have you been holding back?! Oh, that's a travesty indeed! Does that mean… you'll whip me?!"

The jester threw the back of her hand to her forehead, then twirled and tripped, falling into Ixion's arms. A wide grin split across her face as she blinked and sent a few anticipatory glances over her shoulder.

A moment later, the king's sword was given a new sheath between the jester's thighs.

With the jester's back against his chest, Ixion placed his hands on her hips and began tracing the contours of her figure.

"My jester, how did you get inside Despair's world?"

"Huh? Oh. I penetrated! Thrusted! And spewed!"

Ixion sardonically smiled.

'I see.'

He'd probably never get an answer to how the jester did what she did. Though perhaps it was something to do with her Aspect.

Ixion's hand slid over her hipbone, settling on the front of her body, then began trailing until he cupped either breast.

His fingers traced the large mounds and found the hardened nipples. Nipples which his calloused fingers threaded. Poking and prodding.

As Ixion did that, ever so soft whimpers escaped the jesters throat. Alongside a steady stream of a wet substance sliding onto the shaft of his dick trapped between her legs.

The jester looked down and pouted.

"Now, now!"

As she said that, she slid forward and then back.

The soft skin of his hard dick made contact against the breach of her vagina, then was quickly accepted and welcomed by a warm wall that tightly hugged him.

The jester's eyes rolled back as she bit her lip and tilted her head up.

Ixion wasted no time. He began thrusting in and out at a harsh pace and with power.

He expected the jester to scream in pain, but; it seemed she hadn't lied.

"Yes! Yes, King!"

The jester continued to let out moans, which quickly morphed into shrieks of pure pleasure.

With each thrust, the jester's vagina contracted and squeezed, as if morphing to perfectly contain his dick. The rigid, slimy walls accepting him with ease.

Then, after each thrust, the jester began to chant.

"Whip! Whip!"

But her chanting only made Ixion thrust deeper and harder to drown out anything that could be conflated with rationality. He didn't love her — even if he didn't know what lover was — but because he didn't love her; he continued to fuck her like he hated her.

Until eventually, the only thing that slipped from the jester's mouth were inarticulate moans and saliva.

The two's clash carried them to the ground.

The jester sat on Ixion's sword, facing away.

Ixion grabbed the jester's shoulders and pulled her back until she was practically lying on top of him then began to thrust even harder.

To which, the jester said:

"Agbuh."

"My jester! What! Does! That! Mean?!"

As the red strands of her hand fell in Ixion's face, she cheered:

"Moah! Moar! More!"

A moment later, the jester began to convulse and shake while letting out hearty moans.

At her action, Ixion felt a hot feeling stemming from his core. He thrust as deep as his dick would go, letting the jesters convulsing pussy hug it tightly.

Then he came.

The sticky substance sliding and making a home in the depths of her vagina.

The jester let out a hearty moan before promptly sliding forward and gently falling onto a painting of Ixion's great great grandfather.